" In winter I stand upon my snow-bound lake,
by whose shores my beaver sleep in snug security, and feel with exultation the fury of the blizzard, revel in the harsh embrace of Keewaydin, the Northwest Wind, the Traveling Wind of the Indians."
So writes Grey Owl
in his final book " Tales Of An Empty Cabin".
GREY OWL Wa - Sha - Quon - Asin He - Who - Flies - By - Night